Walls

I want to make memories now, no time to waste.
I fell into your lap, seemed like the safest place.
Clocktowers and scopes targeting all our children’s hopes.
Beggars on the streets, American dream, inhabitants broke.
When all the world’s stage wrote us off as just a joke.
Walls built up, stripped bare, clenched fists
but we’re not getting out of here.
Marked for time, when young lives have been erased.
Those walls to hold people out are built to thwart our escape.
I want to make memories now,
there’s no time to waste.

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